"I see..." Her eyes drift towards the briefcase, sensing something within. "What's in the briefcase? It's giving off a strange energy that we- er, that I haven't seen before."
"I could say the same for those spore of your, Ms.Lanni. I don't take it that you're a mycologist?" He says with that smile, cracking his briefcase open, his sniper rifle inside "This is my powerful and beautiful patron, Matilda."
"I am, actually- though, I guess that was fairly obvious." She responds, a small smile on her face for a second. "How long have you and Matilda been working together? I only found my patron a few weeks ago."
"We have been bound to each other since I killed her, which would have been two years ago." He says with the casualness of talking about the weather, or the flavor of some coffee "That is the way things have been." He smiles.
"...Oh. I see." She isn't really sure how to respond to that for a second. "You probably know a lot more about how this works than I do, then. We... We're still pretty new to this ourselves." She adds, not catching the shift from 'I' to 'we' like she did before.
"You seem to be a hive mind, while Matilda just possesses my sniper rifle. I don't know much, just that Matilda is always hungry for blood and the souls of the innocent, you probably have delicious blood." He says with a smile, "Though she seems sated for now."
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'And if I am, still better than going to prison. I got limited time, I'm gonna live it. I got money for bribes, after all. Was part of the deal'
"Foolish but fun, hope you get what you want from it." He says, humming to himself, the song seems to be German, muttering the lyrics.
'Well, no individual is immortal. But make enough of a mark, and you live on through your legacy. That's what was written in my notebook, anyways, I'm still trying to figure things out. '
"Well, I've got somewhere to be, you can pay." He stands up, putting his sniper over his shoulder and walking out of the bar, leaving them behind with his suitcase.
'Next time, you're paying, though. Understood?'
He laughs as he leaves, seemingly a conformation.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
She is silent for a few seconds, sighing. "I try to. Normal food seems to sate it well enough, but that's not what it wants. It wants dead things... decaying things... It makes me sick just thinking about it."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
She is silent for a few seconds, sighing. "I try to. Normal food seems to sate it well enough, but that's not what it wants. It wants dead things... decaying things... It makes me sick just thinking about it."
"That's what mushrooms want, mushrooms want the rotting, that is literally what they are alive to do, you know that as much as I do." He says, humming to himself as he polishes Matilda, smiling happily.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
She is silent for a few seconds, sighing. "I try to. Normal food seems to sate it well enough, but that's not what it wants. It wants dead things... decaying things... It makes me sick just thinking about it."
"That's what mushrooms want, mushrooms want the rotting, that is literally what they are alive to do, you know that as much as I do." He says, humming to himself as he polishes Matilda, smiling happily.
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
She is silent for a few seconds, sighing. "I try to. Normal food seems to sate it well enough, but that's not what it wants. It wants dead things... decaying things... It makes me sick just thinking about it."
"That's what mushrooms want, mushrooms want the rotting, that is literally what they are alive to do, you know that as much as I do." He says, humming to himself as he polishes Matilda, smiling happily.
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
"I'm sure that you don't, I'm curious to feel what you are feeling." He picks up the spore, looking at it, thinking about it "Hmm, what if I were to just eat this?" He asks, analyzing it, putting Matilda down in his lap for a moment as he thinks about it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
"I'm sure that you don't, I'm curious to feel what you are feeling." He picks up the spore, looking at it, thinking about it "Hmm, what if I were to just eat this?" He asks, analyzing it, putting Matilda down in his lap for a moment as he thinks about it.
"...It'd probably take root somewhere inside you, continuing to grow and spread until it reaches the brain stem- that'll probably take a few days- and it'll start 'talking' to you like it does with me. I don't recommend it." She responds, knowing from experience.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
"I'm sure that you don't, I'm curious to feel what you are feeling." He picks up the spore, looking at it, thinking about it "Hmm, what if I were to just eat this?" He asks, analyzing it, putting Matilda down in his lap for a moment as he thinks about it.
"...It'd probably take root somewhere inside you, continuing to grow and spread until it reaches the brain stem- that'll probably take a few days- and it'll start 'talking' to you like it does with me. I don't recommend it." She responds, knowing from experience.
He opens his mouth and drops the spore down his throat before going back to polishing his sniper rifle, singing something in German, talking in-between verses "I can't wait to have another voice in my head, this'll be very fun."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
"I'm sure that you don't, I'm curious to feel what you are feeling." He picks up the spore, looking at it, thinking about it "Hmm, what if I were to just eat this?" He asks, analyzing it, putting Matilda down in his lap for a moment as he thinks about it.
"...It'd probably take root somewhere inside you, continuing to grow and spread until it reaches the brain stem- that'll probably take a few days- and it'll start 'talking' to you like it does with me. I don't recommend it." She responds, knowing from experience.
He opens his mouth and drops the spore down his throat before going back to polishing his sniper rifle, singing something in German, talking in-between verses "I can't wait to have another voice in my head, this'll be very fun."
Her eyes widen in shock the moment she sees him open his mouth, starting to move towards him to try and grab his hand. "No, wait, don't-" But she's too late. "Why would you do that?! Are you insane- no, wait, you probably are, now that I think of it. But still, what part of you thought that was a good idea?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Her eyes widen in shock the moment she sees him open his mouth, starting to move towards him to try and grab his hand. "No, wait, don't-" But she's too late. "Why would you do that?! Are you insane- no, wait, you probably are, now that I think of it. But still, what part of you thought that was a good idea?"
"Absolutely none of it. I killed someone and then went directly to the crime scene, I'm very much not sane, I put a sniper rifle in my own mouth." He smiles at them, standing back up, patting their shoulder "I am just curious to see what happens, another patron wouldn't be so bad."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Her eyes widen in shock the moment she sees him open his mouth, starting to move towards him to try and grab his hand. "No, wait, don't-" But she's too late. "Why would you do that?! Are you insane- no, wait, you probably are, now that I think of it. But still, what part of you thought that was a good idea?"
"Absolutely none of it. I killed someone and then went directly to the crime scene, I'm very much not sane, I put a sniper rifle in my own mouth." He smiles at them, standing back up, patting their shoulder "I am just curious to see what happens, another patron wouldn't be so bad."
"I... I don't believe this." She doffs her gloves, putting them in her coat pocket- only now does he notice the veins in her hands are an orange hue. "It's been lovely talking with you, Mr. Cash, but I can't stay and chat for much longer. Apparently, I need to consult the local butcher shop or supermarket about their expired goods. Good luck with your new parasite- odds are, we'll both need it." And with that, she walks up the stairs, giving the crime scene above-ground a wide berth as she leaves the subway.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Her eyes widen in shock the moment she sees him open his mouth, starting to move towards him to try and grab his hand. "No, wait, don't-" But she's too late. "Why would you do that?! Are you insane- no, wait, you probably are, now that I think of it. But still, what part of you thought that was a good idea?"
"Absolutely none of it. I killed someone and then went directly to the crime scene, I'm very much not sane, I put a sniper rifle in my own mouth." He smiles at them, standing back up, patting their shoulder "I am just curious to see what happens, another patron wouldn't be so bad."
"I... I don't believe this." She doffs her gloves, putting them in her coat pocket- only now does he notice the veins in her hands are an orange hue. "It's been lovely talking with you, Mr. Cash, but I can't stay and chat for much longer. Apparently, I need to consult the local butcher shop or supermarket about their expired goods. Good luck with your new parasite- odds are, we'll both need it." And with that, she walks up the stairs, giving the crime scene above-ground a wide berth as she leaves the subway.
They can hear the sound of singing and cackling as they leave as Johnny loads another shell, and just can't wait for what may come next.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
Lanni notices the flower displays in the window and takes a closer look, amazed by the vibrant displays every time they change. She keeps a good distance from the window, though, as if worried she'll somehow ruin it by getting close. The mold colony that has taken root in her body and soul, however, doesn't seem to like this place. It's all so green and lush... there's hardly any decay for it to feed on.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
Lanni notices the flower displays in the window and takes a closer look, amazed by the vibrant displays every time they change. She keeps a good distance from the window, though, as if worried she'll somehow ruin it by getting close. The mold colony that has taken root in her body and soul, however, doesn't seem to like this place. It's all so green and lush... there's hardly any decay for it to feed on.
Tessa, who was midway through pruning a potted rose bush, somehow managing to wrangle it like a snake and not get pricked, turns and spots her gaze through the window, giving her a kind smile.
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
Lanni notices the flower displays in the window and takes a closer look, amazed by the vibrant displays every time they change. She keeps a good distance from the window, though, as if worried she'll somehow ruin it by getting close. The mold colony that has taken root in her body and soul, however, doesn't seem to like this place. It's all so green and lush... there's hardly any decay for it to feed on.
Tessa, who was midway through pruning a potted rose bush, somehow managing to wrangle it like a snake and not get pricked, turns and spots her gaze through the window, giving her a kind smile.
Her eyes meet theirs, and she smiles a bit as well, waving slightly. A spore falls from her coat sleeve, being carried by the breeze away and out of sight. Tessa can probably sense that she also has something latched onto her soul.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
Lanni notices the flower displays in the window and takes a closer look, amazed by the vibrant displays every time they change. She keeps a good distance from the window, though, as if worried she'll somehow ruin it by getting close. The mold colony that has taken root in her body and soul, however, doesn't seem to like this place. It's all so green and lush... there's hardly any decay for it to feed on.
Tessa, who was midway through pruning a potted rose bush, somehow managing to wrangle it like a snake and not get pricked, turns and spots her gaze through the window, giving her a kind smile.
Her eyes meet theirs, and she smiles a bit as well, waving slightly. A spore falls from her coat sleeve, being carried by the breeze away and out of sight. Tessa can probably sense that she also has something latched onto her soul.
[Tessa's unaware of Balibus' presence, she has a Soul Ownership of 5, so unless it's really obvious that there's something up with her, she probably wouldn't notice]
"Well, that's good- that she's sated for now, I mean." She responds. "I know a lot about mycology, but this... I know next to nothing about this. It tries to communicate with me with... vibes, I guess. Most of the time, it's hungry."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He laughs as he leaves, seemingly a conformation.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Do you feed it? It is your patron, it owns a part of you as a result of the pact you made, a portion of your soul. It is best you treat it to it's wants so that you both and grow together, rather than wither the same."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She is silent for a few seconds, sighing. "I try to. Normal food seems to sate it well enough, but that's not what it wants. It wants dead things... decaying things... It makes me sick just thinking about it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That's what mushrooms want, mushrooms want the rotting, that is literally what they are alive to do, you know that as much as I do." He says, humming to himself as he polishes Matilda, smiling happily.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It's not a mushroom, it's a mold." She responds, despite knowing that the specifics doesn't really matter that much in this case. "I just... it'll get me sick, I'm sure of it. If I get really sick, I'll have to go to a hospital, and then they'll definitely find out about it..." She mutters the rest, partly to herself, internally panicking about what this thing latched onto her soul is doing to her.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Either you don't feed it and it'll get you sick anyway, or possibly once. I used to not want to kill, and Matilda would make me." He turns the gun around to his face, opening his mouth "And would threaten... well you can guess." He turns the weapon back, "I love her all the same though, and panicking won't help you any."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"...I'm just scared..." She is silent for a while, before she speaks up again. "...But I know being scared isn't going to get me anywhere. I probably don't have a choice about this, anyway." She decides, another spore falling from her hair as she turns back to look at him.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I'm sure that you don't, I'm curious to feel what you are feeling." He picks up the spore, looking at it, thinking about it "Hmm, what if I were to just eat this?" He asks, analyzing it, putting Matilda down in his lap for a moment as he thinks about it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"...It'd probably take root somewhere inside you, continuing to grow and spread until it reaches the brain stem- that'll probably take a few days- and it'll start 'talking' to you like it does with me. I don't recommend it." She responds, knowing from experience.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He opens his mouth and drops the spore down his throat before going back to polishing his sniper rifle, singing something in German, talking in-between verses "I can't wait to have another voice in my head, this'll be very fun."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Her eyes widen in shock the moment she sees him open his mouth, starting to move towards him to try and grab his hand. "No, wait, don't-" But she's too late. "Why would you do that?! Are you insane- no, wait, you probably are, now that I think of it. But still, what part of you thought that was a good idea?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Absolutely none of it. I killed someone and then went directly to the crime scene, I'm very much not sane, I put a sniper rifle in my own mouth." He smiles at them, standing back up, patting their shoulder "I am just curious to see what happens, another patron wouldn't be so bad."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I... I don't believe this." She doffs her gloves, putting them in her coat pocket- only now does he notice the veins in her hands are an orange hue. "It's been lovely talking with you, Mr. Cash, but I can't stay and chat for much longer. Apparently, I need to consult the local butcher shop or supermarket about their expired goods. Good luck with your new parasite- odds are, we'll both need it." And with that, she walks up the stairs, giving the crime scene above-ground a wide berth as she leaves the subway.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They can hear the sound of singing and cackling as they leave as Johnny loads another shell, and just can't wait for what may come next.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
[I've got two ideas for characters, but I'll stagger their introductions. I don't intend to play this character as much as the other two, she's more just a way to introduce a meeting point for any vessels, which is her florists' shop Acorn Hollow. I thought that usually hub locations end up being coffee shops or the like, so having it as a florists makes a change]
Tessa Greashan hadn't really always been into gardening, but one day she just got struck with the urge to do it, taken by a sudden compulsion to nurture something vulnerable and beautiful which depended on her fully, and whilst most people would say that's called wanting children, a reasonable thought for someone of her age, she instead took a different route and purchased a florist's shop. Her friends thought she was going through a quarter-life crisis, however when they realised they'd be getting discounts on any flowers they needed for upcoming weddings and the like, their concerns and mockery died right down. Little did any of them know, Tessa had become the host for an elder fae spirit called Ballibus Greenpaw, who was looking to bring joy into the mortal plane and spend some of his last twilight centuries having a new adventure. He has no intention of taking over Tessa's soul or body, and whilst he might subtly sway her towards decisions he'd find more enjoyable, he mainly takes a back seat and lets his magic flow through into her, helping her grow some of the most impressive flowers in the country, with hundreds of people coming to her shop, Acorn Hollow, just to see the floral displays in the window, even if they have no intention of buying a thing.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Lanni notices the flower displays in the window and takes a closer look, amazed by the vibrant displays every time they change. She keeps a good distance from the window, though, as if worried she'll somehow ruin it by getting close. The mold colony that has taken root in her body and soul, however, doesn't seem to like this place. It's all so green and lush... there's hardly any decay for it to feed on.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Tessa, who was midway through pruning a potted rose bush, somehow managing to wrangle it like a snake and not get pricked, turns and spots her gaze through the window, giving her a kind smile.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Her eyes meet theirs, and she smiles a bit as well, waving slightly. A spore falls from her coat sleeve, being carried by the breeze away and out of sight. Tessa can probably sense that she also has something latched onto her soul.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
[Tessa's unaware of Balibus' presence, she has a Soul Ownership of 5, so unless it's really obvious that there's something up with her, she probably wouldn't notice]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!